Tuesday, 02 January 2024 12:17 GMT

I stood at the edge of her property, maybe twenty meters away. I didn't say her name. I didn't pull out my phone to record. I just listened.

The search results were a graveyard.

I didn't have a CD drive. I had to buy an external USB one from a Don Quijote at 2 AM. I sat cross-legged on my tatami mat, the drive whirring like a trapped insect, and then—sound.

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